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“Stop the march!” my laird called out.
“Stop the march!” Alan repeated, and the call was echoed down the long line of soldiers.
“Bring the men to line up along the road so they are only a dozen deep,” Tristan commanded Alan.
Alan frowned. “But my laird, there is not room enough for them to maneuver along the hills.”
“I do not want them to do battle. I wish for them to watch and know what transpires here,” Tristan told him. “Now call the men to the front.”
The captain bowed his head. “As you wish, my laird.” He turned his steed to the banner men at the front of the lines and shouted the order. “Men, to the front in rows of twelve!”
The order echoed down the rows as before, and they reluctantly moved as one so the twelve stood abreast and a long row spread over both sides of t
